Thirteen watched as he sent off the last batch of Wanderers back home to Pangea.
Since the Temple had recognized him as the Final Boss for this occasion, he had the authority to pass or fail anyone.
Of course, he didn't make it easy for them and attacked everyone with the intention of training them.
Unlike the first battle, he didn't summon any Fire Bullets nor did he extend his golden staff.
He simply attacked them using his Martial Technique, leaving them lying on the ground, and groaning in pain.
Even though he didn't have any more Wanderers he needed to fight, Thirteen remained standing in the arena because there was one last challenger that he needed to fight.
"They all had it easy. Will you give me an easy time as well?"
A middle-aged man with dark brown skin and brown eyes appeared dozens of meters from Thirteen and eyed him with a smile.
"You're the Demonic Salamander, right?" Thirteen asked. "How should I address you?"